(Eleventh grade)
Rain pounded down against the roof of the house. Sophie shifted further down with her blanket. School had gotten canceled because of the hurricane currently raging the town. Roads were being closed off by the hour due to the rain. The power had been flickering all day.
Her, as well as her parents, had everything prepared. Tub filled with water. Generator. Gas for the generator. Power banks charged. Candles and flashlights just in case.
She was getting ready for a rainy day nap when a knock on the door caught her off guard. She, reluctantly, got off the couch to the door.
Sophie opened it to find Keefe completely drenched. She couldn't help the fit of giggles that escaped her lips.
"What are you doing here," she finally managed after collecting herself.
He shrugged. "Just wanted to see if I could ride out the storm here. That and I was trying to get to Ro's house, but her road is blocked off."
"Yeah, come on in," she told him. "You might want to squeegee off first."
He shook his head to dry his hair off. Sophie squealed when the water sprayed on her.
"You're not a dog," she laughed. "Would you like a towel?"
"Please," he accepted. "I'm also stealing back a shirt of mine you stole. I'm soaked."
"How close did you park?"
"Behind your car, like I normally do."
"Really?" She glanced out the window. That was fairly close to the garage. "How hard is it coming down out there."
He waved in front of himself. His clothes were still dripping.
"Fair point," she surrendered.
Sophie went down to the linen closet and took a towel out. Keefe was already venturing in her room to rummage through her closet. She really hoped he didn't stake back his red shirt. That one was her favorite to wear around the house.
Coming back into her room, he was already shirtless. His eyes widened slightly, and he blushed. He mumbled a thanks when she gave him the towel.
Sophie usually wouldn't stare, but she never really got to see his scar very much. She never understood why he would always get so fidgety about it. Unless....
Oh.
The time they were at the beach for a field trip in elementary.
"You don't have to be embarrassed about it," she told him. "It looks cool!"
"No, it doesn't," he mumbled. "It makes me look ugly."
"It doesn't make you look ugly." She stepped closer and traced her finger down the top part of it. It was slightly bumpy. "Do Biana's scars make her look ugly."
"No." Keefe crossed his arms. "But that's different."
"How."
"It just is."
Sophie gently kissed him. When she pulled away, she whispered, "It's really not, but ok. I'll meet you in the living room."
He came in a little while later and sat down next to her. By this point, the wind was picking up. It racked against the house.
Storms made her anxious. When thunder boomed, she yelped and gripped Keefe's arm. He pulled her closer so she could huddle against him. Iggy came running from a different room and jumped up on the couch.
When her parents came into the room, they saw the three of them on the couch. Sophie hiding under the covers, Iggy peaking out from the blanket, and Keefe letting them lean against him.
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Broken Heart/Broken Mind
Random(Human AU) Sophie and Keefe met in the children's hospital when they were little. Because of how long they were confined to the four walls of the hospital, they became very close during their stay. As the years pass, they wind up being in the same c...
